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The valley was still half asleep when the first light touched Half Dome. Cold air drifted through the meadow, and the ground was damp with dew and mist. I stood there in silence, watching the sun slowly warm the granite and bring color back into the world. It was one of those rare moments where everything feels perfectly calm. Just light, stone, and air, all working together for a few fleeting minutes before the day begins.